Just a beautiful three-bedroom home with a fireplace, a welcoming front porch, and enough space for a family.
They paid cash.
Every penny.
When Dad handed me the keys, I cried so hard I could barely speak.
« Why would you do this? » I asked.
He squeezed my hand.
« Because I spent most of my life worrying about whether we’d have a roof over our heads. I don’t want you carrying that worry. »
Mom hugged me.
« No matter what happens, Rachel, this will always be your home. »
The deed was recorded in my maiden name.
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